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stutter bug (part 2)



Bristel couldn't have looked cuter or had more fun during her Fluharty Preschool Speech and Language Screening Test.


I know...sounds fancy huh? I'd have no idea what the heck that meant except that it's printed (along with her name) on the letter I just got in the mail. Gotta love google!

::grin::

Basically, it was as I suspected. I will proudly don the Drama Mama crown!

::rolling eyes - at self::

Although, Bri did stutter several times during the testing...so at least I didn't look like a complete fool. Because, after all, that's important too. Oh and when I say *testing* I really mean *playing*. Puzzles. Crayons. Books. Puppets. Playing!


The teacher said, and I quote...



"At this time it appears of though Bristel is presenting with a developmental dysfluency which can occur when children are in their preschool years."





Actually I'm really relieved. And I'm learning to be okay with being a Drama Mama...


::smile::






Comments

Yeah for Bristel...what a relief. So glad that you got her tested so it will no longer be a lingering thought in the back of your mind.

Regarding Trevor's therapy...I had Sophie evaluated by a developmental pediatrician which really helped in getting her ABA therapy (verbal behavior method not discreet trial method) even though she does not have autism. Her speech improved leaps and bounds with this therapy along with her attention span. I had to somewhat fight but once I brought all my research to the table, my service provider agreed. Either way, an evaluation by a developmental pediatrician will help get whatever services he might need. Good luck.
JSmith5780 said…
We have seen a developmental ped also. Sometimes just having their name on the paper helps get things moving.

Regarding the stuttering. All three of my kids (typical and non) have gone through stages of stuttering. Multiple times. I barely notice it anymore. Hopefully it'll pass for Bri soon, but don't be shocked if a year from now you hear it again.
Shanna Grimes said…
That is good news about Bristol. Ethan and Javi see a SL therapist and they have improved so much. Javi went through a studdering stage also, but it was just a phase.

When does Trev start EI? I have to plan our lives around all the kids therapy schedules. Now that the boys are in school, they get most of their therapy there, thank goodness!!
Danielle said…
Jen & Elaine - I am relieved that I went ahead & had her tested. Now I can put it out of my head! :O)

As far as a developmental pedi...did you have to be referred? I started researching some in our area awhile ago...but other than speech Trev was making progress so I put it off. That whole my kid is thriving how can I complain guilt complex! Ugh! But maybe with some of the new things we're learning I should look into it? Anyway... thanks for the advice!

Shanna - He's getting an OT eval next week...and he's already being seen on a monitering basis by a PT & ST. The problem is communication. Every time I mention that he has no speech...she says he's only xyz. Of course...each month it's the same deal with no progress! Ugh! Maybe after the BEAM results...which revealed that Trev's brain isn't processing a difference between noises & language...maybe that'll make things more urgent? Plus, having my pedi on board will help...I hope?! I know our State just slashed the budget & I've heard rumors that it will impact EI here??? Anyway...we'll just have to see. But this is all part of the reason I want to be home with Trev if I can. I know I'll be his zealot! :O)

Sharon - thanks sweets!
JSmith5780 said…
I didn't need a referral because he was already in-network. I would call the office and ask.

I have always felt more people watching means less I have to worry. Of course it also means one more dr's name I can forget :)
I did not need a referral. I just went on my insurance company's website and did a search for developmental pediatrician. Turns out there were only a handful in the area. I picked one that was located in the developmental center at my local children's hospital.

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